I prefer battery operated

I love the spring, I like the flowers, the perfect breezes, along with the mild warm weather and sunshine. This morning I heard Kirk Franklin (and the real singers) song Love (I think that's the name of the song), I had forgotten just how much I like that song, anyway, today was a good day.

 The other day I was chatting with my old assistant, and for a minute I had forgotten that he was married with two children, I am not going to lie, I enjoyed the sexual undertones of the conversation, but then I thought about his poor wife, so while we were working together, I had gotten pregnant shortly after beginning to work with him (by someone else, let me clear that up), and looking at his behavior about the office, I knew that he was a hoe, and didn't keep his mouth shut. I was thinking here is a man in his late thirties, attractive, clean cut, with a beautiful wife and two beautiful girls (see womanizers always have daughters as a pay back), okay job, and he would risk losing all of that (job included) for a piece of ass, what a fool. I would see him everyday, flirting with every woman he saw, I didn't care because as long as he did his job, kept my operatory clean ( I have to give that to him, he was VERY clean, I can't stand a nasty sloppy, junkie man), well stocked, and was respectful, his personal affairs didn't concern me. He used to ask me to go to AppleBees all of the time ( I thought that was too much of a coincidence, being as though that's where the trouble started with my sperm donor), and the service was/ is a  small place, so I figured he either knew my sperm donor, or the sperm donor ran his mouth, and he knew someone that knew him, either way I was not going to knowing have a fling with a married man, and in the work place, both situations separately have a bad outcome, but together makes it even worse. I know that he just wanted some new pussy, because a man once told me that there's no pussy like new pussy, but being as though I was pregnant and so angry that sex was the furthest thing from my mind ( it still is, well kind of ), and the fact that he was very married, that made me even more angry. I was so mean and nasty to that man that I almost made him cry, on a couple of occasions, but he it wasn't him, I was just taking my anger out on him, that I should have been taking out on my sperm donor, but I couldn't or I am not so sure that I would have my freedom...lol. I laugh now, but I was mad as hell. I used to wake up out of my sleep, get in my car and drive by his apartment, thinking, what could I do that would express my anger without having the end result of me being in handcuffs? I thought about putting mini snickers bars in his beloved car tank. Tagging his vehicle, literally blowing the car up, then something would say, if you do any of those things you'll be in jail, then who will take care of your baby. You will not be able to practice again , you've worked too hard to throw that away for this fool that doesn't give a damn about you or even his baby, forget this guy, then I would go home and pray, and cry myself to sleep.  I thought about going up to his job and fucking him up, then I would look like the crazy one...lol. If I was younger, maybe I could have gotten away with it, but thank God I didn't act on impulse. Thank God...even in the mist of my rage, He was there to talk some sense into me. Anyway, so this assistant, and I were chatting and  I had to remind him that he was married. It's like he had forgotten, what a fool, I declined his advances, I didn't "send him a pic", I told him that I was done giving out samples, which I am. A penis is a penis is a penis, some are bigger, thicker, longer, curvier than others, but I am familiar with them, and  I am done with ones that are attached to assholes, I have had more than my share of those, it would be nice if one could find me, with a Man attached to it...ha ha ha ....until then I will just use the one that comes with batteries, no problems with those. No drama, No diseases, no baby mama drama, no infidelity, no lying, no emotional attachments, just turn it on, buzz buzz buzz ahhhhhh, wipe it off, put it away and  go to sleep.